or a Narcoleptic’s Guide to the Baltic and British Isles.
Last summer our family took a vacation. My narcoleptic daughter took advantage of many opportunities to nap. I took advantage of the photo opp. Don’t be too angry on her behalf, she asked me if I was ever going to do this blog post. The answer is yes, and here it is.
Okay, so they aren’t sleeping, but we’re starting the song anyway.
Just flop on the bed, Ned.
Hold your Coke in your lap, Chap.
Smell your brother’s feet, Pete.
They smell like green meat,
Find a spot on a chair, Ger.
Don’t mess up your hair.
Just droop your head down, don’t feel like a clown.
Hop on the bus, Gus, we don’t need to discuss much.
Take a nap on the curb, Herb.
Microsleep by the snare, Lar.
Try to stay upright, Dwight.
Have a snooze in the park, Mark.
Slip into a dream, Dean and keep your mind clean.
Thanks Paul Simon, for the inspiration.